Karups – Horny Older Woman Wanilianna Fingers Her Hairy Pussy

Title: Wanilianna’s Wicked Delight

Wanilianna, a 47-year-old Milf, sprawled herself across the unmade bed, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow on her voluptuous figure. She was clad in a sheer burgundy babydoll that left little to the imagination, her large breasts threatening to spill out of the flimsy cups. Matching lacy panties hugged her womanly hips, and a pair of sheer beige stockings adorned her thick, toned legs, coming to rest mid-thigh. The ultimate symbol of Wanilianna’s sinful lingerie ensemble was the damp spot steadily forming at the crotch of her panties, a testament to her growing arousal.

As she lay back against a pile of pillows, one hand slowly traced the swell of her breasts, fingers deftly unclasping the front clasp of her babydoll. The revealing garment fell away, freeing her pillowy breasts, nipples already stiff and yearning for attention. Wanilianna shifted slightly, causing her panties to ride up, revealing an expanse of smooth, shaved skin. But it was the contrast between her immaculate pussy, and her thick, bristling bush peeking out from underneath, that truly set Wanilianna apart from other mature women. Her pubic hair was like a wild, untamed forest, begging to be explored.

Pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples between her fingers, Wanilianna let out a soft moan, her other hand drifting down to cup her hairy mound. She could feel the heat radiating from her throbbing sex, the fabric of her panties dampening with each passing moment. Slowly, almost teasingly, Wanilianna slid her hand inside the waistband of her underwear, fingers brushing against her slick slit.

The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through Wanilianna’s body, and she arched her back, pressing her dripping pussy more firmly against her hand. Her fingers languidly traced the outside of her engorged lips, gathering her sticky arousal before drawing her hand back out. Bringing her wet fingers to her face, Wanilianna inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent of her own desire. With a wicked grin, she parted her lips, allowing her dexterous tongue to slide out and lick a taste from each digit.

As the flavor of her own essence exploded across her taste buds, Wanilianna grew more daring. She slid her hand back into her panties, this time pushing one long, slender finger past her swollen lips and deep into her fluttering channel. Her hips bucked instinctively as her finger hit that sweet spot deep inside, and Wanilianna had to bite back a scream of pleasure.

Withdrawing her finger, now coated in her slick juices, Wanilianna moved her hand up to cup her mound completely. She pressed two fingers against her throbbing clit, rubbing in firm, circular motions that made her entire body tremble. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for more, and Wanilianna delivered by sinking two fingers deep inside her velvety walls.

As she began to fuck herself with her long fingers, Wanilianna reached for the hem of her babydoll, roughly shoving it up and over her heaving breasts. She needed to feel the cool air on her hot, straining nipples, needed the friction of the fabric against her sensitive flesh. Her free hand immediately went to work, roughly twisting and tugging at the rigid peaks of her tits, forcing gasps of pleasure to escape her parted lips.

Wanilianna’s pleasure mounted steadily, her fingers moving faster and harder inside her dripping cunt. She could feel her orgasm approaching, like a wave building on the horizon, ready to crash over her at any moment. Her hips rocked in time with the thrusts of her fingers, the obscene sound of her wet pussy filling the room.

When Wanilianna released her nipples, it was only so she could snake a hand down her toned belly to her clit. She rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves roughly, relishing the way her entire body seemed to electrify with each pass of her finger. Wanilianna’s pussy began to contract around her driving digits, pulsing in time with her racing heart. Her breath came in sharp gasps, and she panted freely, no longer caring about anything but chasing her impending climax.

With one final twist of her wrist, Wanilianna sent herself flying over the edge. Her pussy clenched down hard on her fingers, milking them as if they were a real, throbbing cock. Wanilianna’s back bowed, and her head fell back against the pillows, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Wave after wave of pure, undiluted pleasure crashed over her, and she rode each one hard, grinding her clit and slamming her fingers into her cunt.

As Wanilianna slowly drifted back down to earth, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm, she realized she still had one more treat in store. Moving her hand from her now-sopping pussy, Wanilianna brought it to her face, taking a moment to admire the sticky, pearlescent essence that coated her fingers. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she slowly licked each digit clean, savoring the taste of her own release.

Fully satisfied for the moment, Wanilianna collapsed back onto the bed, a possum of pure, carnal bliss. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stay put for long, however. Her body craved more – more pleasure, more release, more sensation. And Wanilianna was than eager to oblige, to explore the depths of her own depravity, to lose herself in the sweet, sinful haze of her own making.

This was just the beginning for Wanilianna, just the first step on a path of utter, unrestrained hedonism. She would Indoctrinated herself with pleasure over and over again, wringing every last drop of enjoyment from her mature, experienced body.

With a satisfied sigh, Wanilianna closed her eyes and drifted off into a peaceful slumber, her skin still damp with the evidence of her self-indulgence. It was a well-earned rest, a reprieve from the relentless pursuit of pleasure that would soon begin anew. But for now, the busty Milf could bask in the afterglow of her wicked deed, secure in the knowledge that her depraved desires were far from sated.